Monthly Archives: May 2014

An Introvert Speaks Out

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I live in Germany but for the past five weeks, I have been traveling the States. At the moment, I am visiting my big sister. This morning we skyped with the family back in Germany, and something my mother said hasn’t let me go for a bit. “It’s a drag to skype with [insert my real name here] because she never says anything.”

I am totally cool with her saying that about me. We joked about it. She’s my mom and knows me well, but it made me think.

I know that I’m an introvert and shy, but the truth is that doesn’t mean I don’t like talking. It doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to say.

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I have people comment on my quietness all the time and honestly, it annoys me. And sometimes it hurts. A lot.

I’ve had people say to me, “Am I talking to much? Well, you don’t like talking so I’ll just continue.”

You know, I’m not asking for all the attention in the world, but maybe it will help for people to know how an introvert can tick. So here’s a random list of my thoughts.

  1. Don’t assume that quiet people don’t like to or want to talk. Especially in large groups, it is so, so hard for me to say anything. I may have something I would like to say, but I sit there and seriously wonder why everyone else gets the chance to blab but I can’t get a word in edgewise. I just can’t.
  2. So if you catch that quiet person carefully watching whoever is talking, if you see them holding their breath, they’re probably waiting for their chance to speak. Why not stop and ask for their opinion?
  3. If your quiet introvert brings up a topic, that probably means it’s very important to them. Ask questions about it and don’t change the topic too quickly. Most likely, he or she has a lot to say about it.
  4. I know I’m quiet. You don’t have to tell me that. If you would like to talk about it, you can ask me why I think I am so quiet. But then please be interested in the answer; and it sounds selfish, but don’t turn the conversation back to you so quickly. You may need time and sometimes a whole lot of patience to get things out of us. But you know, we take the time to listen to you talk and sometimes that requires a whole lot of patience on our side too. So are we even?

I don’t mind being an introvert. Sometimes I don’t mind not having to say anything. Most times, I prefer being by myself; but I do enjoy getting to know people because the better I know them, the more comfortable I feel around them.

Whether you are an introvert or extrovert, quiet or talkative, shy or outgoing, I’d love to read your thoughts in the comments below. Please share your experiences and if you have any helpful tips for getting along with people, feel free to share!

LOST Mashup

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I wanted to tweet this but the 140-character limitation wouldn’t work for it. So I added on and came up with this. (FYI, it is not supposed to rhyme or anything.)

 

If you lose yourself, I will find you.

If I lose myself tonight, it will be by your side.

Because you are not alone. I am there with you.

And we’ll get lost together until the light comes pouring through.

Let’s run away and don’t ever look back.

I want to run away, never say goodbye.

I want to know the truth instead of wondering why.

I will find you.

Find me, here in your arms.

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This post was inspired by the following songs and artists:
“Find You” by Zedd
“If I Lose Myself” by OneRepublic
“Lost” by Michael Bublé
“Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry
“Runaway” by Linkin Park
“Find Me” by Boyce Avenue

Writing Process Blog Tour

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Thanks to my writer friend, Naomi Harvey, I get to partake in the Writing Process Blog Tour that has been going around. I have enjoyed reading about writer’s writing process because we are different and each writer has their own way of getting words out of their head. I have to admit though – mine is not that spectacular.

What am I working on at the moment?

My current project is a work of fantasy. It is inspired by the so-called “hidden people” of Iceland. Over Christmas break, I flew through a rough draft. I’ve been slow since then, but now I am working on a revised first draft.

You can read a bit more on Hidden People here.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I didn’t want to participate in this whole thing because of this question. The story revolves around highly modern elves living in an invisible realm in the human world. That different? No? Oh well.

Why do I write what I do?

Um… because it’s fun? I’m not going to pretend I have my whole act together and have some deeper meaning as to why I write. It has been a hobby for a very long time and I enjoy it. I like for my characters to go through a learning process, and I suppose readers could learn from that. However, it’s not like I’m very preachy in my writing. That is, my story will have those elements but that is not my purpose for writing. Do you know what I mean?

How does my writing process work?

My ideas come from all over. Honestly, most times it is a concept from a movie I’ve seen or other times from a book. It inspires me and I play with the idea in my head until I need to write it down. I work with outlines a bit but I am a pantser at heart. I love to daydream. When a story has me gripped, it’s all I think about. I use every free moment to imagine what will happen next. I go over it again and again so I don’t forget (I do not use notebooks) before writing it. When writing my first draft, I write huge chunks at a time – normally several thousand words a day. The beginning is the funnest part of the process for me.

Then comes going over everything again and catching the parts that don’t work. And fixing them… Yeah, I’m not so good at that part.

 

The last part of this post is nominating three writers to continue the tour on their blogs. Their post should go up on or around the 2nd of June so definitely check them out. My three nominees are…

1. Marie
We have been writing together for quite some time now. Marie is always good for motivation and a wonderful sprinting partner. She’s from Sweden and knows English just about as good as any other. I love that about Scandinavians (my totally unbiased opinion).
Blog: Marie Hogebrandt
Twitter: @melindrea82

2. Belinda
A sweet gal, writing from Mississippi. I actually don’t remember exactly how we met, but we have good writing conversations every now and then.
Blog: The Jolley life.
Twitter: @olivebelinda

3. Lukas
Lukas was my very first writing buddy, so that makes him extra special. We met last year for NaNoWriMo and had great times discussing our writing. He does not have a blog (yet or that I know of…), so follow him on Twitter and tell him he needs one. He’s a good guy, I promise.
Blog: Coming soon!
Twitter: @LukasAvtor

Friends

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This post is dedicated to the best of friends I have had, have, will have, will have had. Did I miss a tense? 🙂 I had a few people in mind when writing this, but this post isn’t so much about certain friends than it is about friendship itself. What do you think is the most amazing thing about friendships?

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Sometimes time doesn’t matter.

It could take us a day to become friends. Sometimes longer.

Maybe we’ve never met. Maybe we’ve been apart for years.

And we’re best friends because no matter what’s between us, our love’s not broken.

We live in a society all about self-esteem and loving yourself, giving yourself what you think you are entitled to.

But I am not entitled to your friendship. I do not deserve your love.

That’s what makes you all the more beautiful, and I wish I were more like you – loving the unloveable.

What is the essence of a deep relationship?

Trust, honesty, loyalty? Humor, craziness, amusement?

But what if I actually told you?

Everything.

Everything about me.

Would you change your mind? Would you turn around and walk away?

Would you make me change? Would you tell me what I needed to hear even if I didn’t like it?

I shouldn’t want to keep anything from you. There must be a dark reason behind me keeping parts of me secret.

I am afraid to tell you.

You know me well. You know parts of me that others do not know.

But you do not know all.

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The best kind of friends have shared everything together…

We’ve laughed until I cried.

We’ve made the stupidest jokes.

We’ve talked about boys – a lot.

We’ve yelled at each other. And made up.

We’ve gone places, gotten lost, parked our cars in ways that would put our fathers to shame, given each other looks because we know exactly what we’re both thinking.

We’ve said I love you. And called each other names.

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We know we’re not picture perfect, but we take ridiculous selfies together anyway. It’s not like anyone else sees them.

We’re not extremely popular, but we have each other.

We are very different but still alike.

I learn so much from you.

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I’d have liked to do anything and everything with you.

You make me grin stupidly to myself – or in public.

You make me roll my eyes.

Flip my hair.

Smack my forehead.

You take my breath away.

You make me feel happy.

Sad.

Giggly.

Alive.

Confused.

Young.

In love.

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Friendship is not limited by distance, but you are so far away.

That doesn’t mean I care for you less.

Or that I’ll forget about you.

It means that no matter where I am, we will still have each other.

And that I wish I could look into your eyes every day and tell you how much I loved you.

That I am lucky to be alive and know you.

That I am happy to be your friend.

On Turning 25

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Lessons Learned Thus Far

I was planning to write some fancy and wise blogpost, but that put way too much pressure on my frail self. It’s my 25th birthday. That’s not too old. I don’t feel old. I don’t feel mature. I don’t feel like I have any idea what I am doing. I have no clue what I am going to do with my life and what is going to happen.

I have, however, learned many important things in the last quarter of a century. Some very important things.

In the beginning God…

When I was about nine years old, I remember standing in line at the grocery store. I observed a family at a different checkout and felt overwhelmed with gratitude for my family. I love my mom. I love my dad. I love that they taught me about God. I love that God let me be my parents’ child. They were the ones to tell me that God created the heavens and the earth.

God is…

  • all-powerful
  • omnipresent
  • omniscient
  • merciful and gracious
  • holy and just
  • love

I am a great sinner, and Christ is a great Savior.

John Newton, the man who wrote the famous hymn “Amazing Grace”, said this. And I agree with him completely. I have observed that the more I become aware of my own sinful nature and failings, the greater God becomes. The more I understand myself, the more I see of His glory in His loving compassion for me. He has given me so, so many things that I did not deserve one bit. Often I think, “Why me? Why in the world was God merciful to me of all people – why did He choose me?” Because He is gracious and He offers love and forgiveness to all who come to Him. I am so glad He let me come.

Most of all, I am glad that He keeps me. If it were up to me to stick with Him, I’d have failed the moment I believed. I fail each and every day – miserably. Thanks be to my God and Savior for His endless love and compassion for a wretch like me.

Life is fleeting.

Compare life on this earth to eternity. Too often, I waste my time with futile matters while my time and energy should be invested in things of eternal worth. Also, suffering and sorrow hardly counts in view of an endless life in glory. So the few years I live here may suck a bit. I won’t get everything I want. But what is the use in getting worked up about that? I could die tomorrow and where would the use in complaining have been then? I might live another fifty years and then I’m gone. In the light of eternity, that’s nothing. Nothing.

Chocolate is delicious.

I mean seriously.